After They Seen Pareeee

Tue Jul 1, 2003 2:39 pm

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“How you gonna keep ’em down on the farm
after they seen Pareeeeee?”

Popular WWI song

Greetings, sports fans

Here’s uncle guido back in Brussels. Since my last bulletin I have returned from the united states and come back to Yerp. I linked up with the other bozoes from Tuxedomoon and we did two very satisfactory gigs, one in Hasselt, Belgium and the other at THE FABULOUS POMPIDOU CENTER IN PAREEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

Yes, you may say that Paris was a bit of a good time. I must tell you that after our show we got a standing ovation from those noble Parisians. I can’t remember when we have had a full-fledged standing ovation with the whole damn audience on its feet. Moved me to tears don’t you know.

We were housed right smack dab in the heart of old paree, near the aging
shopping mall of Les Halles. The whole area is aging in fact. Interesting to see how the former bad boy of architecture, that nasty old oil-refinery-looking centre Pompidou with all of its exposed ducts and ventilation shafts recedes into the background as its post modern scions around the world have multiplied. The whole mirror-tiled free-flowing place looks increasingly quaint, in a word.

I suppose the main feature of Paris is architecture. (I exclude the hordes of
drool-inducing young women who prowled around in their summer undress). The place is just lousy with great buildings and exciting urban spaces. Take the pyramid at the Louvre, par example. Old I.M Pei succeeded in creating a postcard worthy landmark so that Louvre Brand art is instantly recognizable around the world. I don’t suppose it is widely known but under that pyramid is YET ANOTHER SHOPPING MALL. Yes, it seems that almost no area frequented by humans these days is free of the opportunity to shop. The space under that pyramid is magnificent but the people occupying it have turned it into something that resembles an airport, complete with x-ray machines, metal detectors and CCTV surveillance. One may not smoke anywhere within its confines. Soon, earth will resemble Heathrow airport. Marvelous.

All of that said, I take my leave of youse. In the immortal words of Gen.
Douglas Macarthur when asked what he would do with the sweater he got for Christmas which didn’t fit
“I shall return”.

Author: Blaine L. Reininger

Blaine L. Reininger was born July 10, 1953 in Pueblo, Colorado. Then he lived a life. By and by, he founded Tuxedomoon with Steven Brown in 1977. He traipsed around America, tuxedomooning until 1980, when he began to traipse around Europe. As a direct result of all of this traipsing, many musical compositions were composed, most of which found their way to some sort of mechanical device capable of reproducing musical compositions. This was mostly for the good. He now lives in Athens, Greece, where he is content.

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